Santa Ed

In Loving Memory

On December 21st 2016 Santa Ed (Edward Scott) passed away. This page will now be dedicated to his memory and the lives of the people he touched.

Santa Ed thanks you!

For 7 years Santa Ed entertained many Utah families with his amazing portrayal of Santa Claus. We would like to thank the people whose lives he had touched and touched him deeply in return. Santa Ed loved coming into your homes and corporate events more than anything.

Obituary of EDWARD SCOTT

Edward D. Scott, 70, died on December 21th, 2016 at his home unexpectedly.

Born and raised in Utah, the son of William and Wanda Scott, he was a lifelong resident of Utah.

He leaves behind his loving wife of 34 years, Deb “Boots” Scott; his three sons, Jeremy Evans, Brandon Scott and William Scott; his daughter, Brooke Whipple; his three sisters: Linda, Lou and Robin; his many loving grandchildren, his caring friends and those he’s both touched and inspired throughout his life.

He was preceded in death by his parents, William and Wanda Scott whom will no doubt welcome their son into their loving arms.

Edward was a hardworking man and strove to always support his family without tire or complaint. In his later years, he found a passion that was held secret and hidden in his heart, yet to all that survive him was obvious to see now. Edward Scott was a true Santa -- bringing joy and cheer to everyone that witnessed his warm smile and the life that the man emanated from his soul. He touched many hearts before his time came: family, friends, strangers, and brought love and awe to the children who would gaze upon him in wonder and delight.

More than that, Edward Scott was a great man, to which his entire family and friends can attest to. To his wife, he loved with his heart and soul, whom was both gentle and kind and opened his arms to carry her dreams with him for as long as he could. To his sons: he was a dad who taught the values of perseverance and held no judgements nor prejudices -- giving everything and taking nothing for himself. A father who touched many lives leaving them better for it. A hero, an ideal, a man of unconditional love who would do anything for his family. To his daughters, he was the guardian who would hold and comfort them within his arms in their time of need, to shelter them in the warmth of his smile and his gentle embrace, to dance with them one last time on their wedding day. To his entire family, no man could be more gentle, kind, forgiving, loving and more deserving of honor and respect. He loved his family, and his love knew no bounds.

We will always love and forever miss you; husband, father, brother, grandfather, friend and Santa. The warmth you placed in our hearts will never dwindle or fade.

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

and giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"

Santa Ed's Last Ride

We have started a gofundme to finish the dream Santa Ed had and 100% of the money raised will go into this project.

This gofundme is for the dreams of finishing a truck in the memory of our father. This is a 1959 Chevy 3100. It really does need a complete overhaul.

Our father passed away recently and any money raised would be put into the complete restoration of this truck.

Though in fairness it is more about the man behind the truck then the truck itself.

If you were to know our father, you would see how selfless he was. Everyone may have their own dreams and aspirations, but our father would negate his to make sure his family's dreams are met.

When one of us needed new flooring, it wasn't a matter of bartering or bargaining favors -- my father was there out of family love. When our house needs remodeling or repair, without hesitation our father was there to ensure our quality of life.

If a friend of the family was in dire need, my father would be there for them, even if they were not of our own blood.

As Santa Claus, our father has donated his time to homeless shelters towards children who have a hard time during the holidays, simply because that is who he is.

Our father was a craftsman. Anything and everything he sets his hand to, he did it well, right and professional. He set to it with such a vigorous, almost stubborn determination that at some points he needed to be told when to stop. What he did touch however, is filled with his love to create.

Our father had created beautiful landscaping, had remodeled rooms in homes that you cannot help but admire the craftsmanship.

He worked on vehicles and cars his whole life. Whatever he touched was gold, you can see the love in the things his hands have crafted.

Even after his quadruple bypass surgery, his love to create and help those around him does not falter. Hindered perhaps, but never faltering.

Lastly, our father was a family man. He loved his wife, his children and his home and took pride in placing their needs and the family as a whole over himself. He did not speak of ideals and expect you to live up to them, he was busy living them every second of his life.

Since we were young he had talked of fixing his truck. He spoke about it almost as if he were a young kid idolizing the thought of becoming an astronaut one day. This truck was his dream, and his dream has always been put on hold.

We've been promising ourselves and him that we would help him fulfill that dream since we were teenagers, that he deserved it, and that we would be there for him to help see it to completion. This truck has now been sitting for 30 years without much work done.

Simply put... The truck's completion was our father's dream. This truck was handed down to us not long ago and has been our goal to get this thing done and running so he could have one last ride!

Help Santa Ed's Memory live on by helping complete the dream he gave up so many times.

Santa Ed's Last Ride

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